Waiting to begin again. Frozen. Willing but unable. Wounded by memory. Fixed by the weight of it. Distant. Tiny fragments of a shattered wish. Eluded. A silence that becomes the only sound. A stillness that wavers in constant motion. A detachment that holds all things. Diminished. No turning point or grand re-awakening. Frail. Tattered and torn. Battered and worn. Frayed and forlorn. A ghost amid the crowd. Reticent. Nobody is listening. Spinning and separating and diluting and gone. Numb. Waiting to begin again…
Chris Sutcliff
Artist Man I am
12th
Aug
2009
